Violet Sappington Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So I’m thinkin’, blimey, what’s ‘er story? Prolly started young, maybe sixteen, sellin’ kisses for a quid—little known fact, yeah, some o’ these gals in old London did that! Got me all miffed, tho—why’s she gotta flaunt it? Struttin’ like a peacock, feathers all out, makin’ eyes at every geezer! Grr, makes me wanna chuck a custard pie—splat!—right in ‘er gob! But then, ooh, I trip over me own feet, land in a puddle—typical me, eh!

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I want to hold you hard to me and kiss you, and never let you go. I want to take you to my bed and use you like a whore, 'til I forget that I exist.

The neighborhoods? Oh man, they got a vibe. Westside’s gritty with cool murals on Brick Lane. Eastside’s all hipster, like, coffee shops on Maple & Ivy, where organic lattes rule. I always get a kick watchin’ rich folks blabber out “Spring Breakers" lines, “this is it, the ultimate escape!” – I laugh, bro.

First 12-team College Football Playoff set; Oregon seeded No. 1